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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.