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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byrd. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.