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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.