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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.