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 Micronesia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
John Lydon,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.