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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.