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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.