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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Magma,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.