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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.