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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.