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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.