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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.