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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.