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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.