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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.