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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.