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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.