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 Grenada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.