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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Rod Modell to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.