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 Bahrain 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.