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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.