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 Oman and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
the Association,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.