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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Jacob Miller to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.