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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.