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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Dance to the jazz 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
The Evens,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.