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 East Timor 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.