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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.