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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Index,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.