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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Graham Central Station to the rap 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.