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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.