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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.