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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 June Days to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.