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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.