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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smiths to the techno 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.