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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Suicide to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.