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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
The Martian,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.