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 Belize 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.