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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
the Swans,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.