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 Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.