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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.