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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Nico to the grunge 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.