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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
the Slits,
ABC,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.