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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.