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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Saints to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.