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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Technova,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.