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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.