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 El Salvador 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.