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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
June Days,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.