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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Ludus,
cv313,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.