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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.