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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the rock 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.