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 Italy 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.