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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.