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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.