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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 rhodes 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.