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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.