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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.