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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.