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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
New Order,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.