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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
New Order,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.