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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Unwound,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.