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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station 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?
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.