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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.