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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.