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 Ethiopia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.