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 Bhutan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.