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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.