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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.