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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
The Cramps,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.