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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Television,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
MDC,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Can,
Smog,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.