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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Nas,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.