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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.