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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Scion,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.