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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.