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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.