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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.