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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Can,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.