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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.