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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 marimba 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.