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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
cv313,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.