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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Sonic Youth to the techno 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.