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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Fugazi to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.