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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.