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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.