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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.