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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.