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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.