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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.