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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.