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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
UT,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.