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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.