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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.