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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.