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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.