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 Vanuatu 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.