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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.