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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Organ,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.