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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.