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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.