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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Move,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.