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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 guitar 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.