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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.