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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Icehouse to the grunge 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Nas,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.