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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.