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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.