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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Litter to the punk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.