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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
The Names,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.