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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.