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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin 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 Brass Construction to the techno 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.