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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.