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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.