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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.