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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.