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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.