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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.