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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.