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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.