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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
DNA,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.