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 France and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.