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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.