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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.