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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.