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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.