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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.