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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.