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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.