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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the grunge 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
cv313,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.