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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Television,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.