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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.