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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.