Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.