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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.