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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.