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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.