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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Association to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.