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 Vanuatu 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.