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 China and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.