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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.