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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Index,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.