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 Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.