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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.