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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.