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 El Salvador 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
June Days,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.