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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.