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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.