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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.