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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.