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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Faust,
Gong,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.