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 Barbados 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.