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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.