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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
10cc,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.