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 Niger 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.