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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers 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?
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.