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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.