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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.