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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.