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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.