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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.