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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.