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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Index,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.