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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Unwound to the dance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy 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 grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.