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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.