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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Pop Group to the disco 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.