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 Guyana 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 American Breed to the disco 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.