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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Television,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.