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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Television,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.