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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.