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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.