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 Peru 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 rock 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
MDC,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.