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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
the Swans,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.