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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Nas,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.