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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
MDC,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.