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 States and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smoke to the grime 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.