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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Suicide to the grime 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.