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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Sound to the rock 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.