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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.