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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.