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 Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.