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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.