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 Bahamas 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
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.