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 China 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Magma,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.