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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.