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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.