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 Australia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.