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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.