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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.