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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Television,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
The Names,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.