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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Durutti Column 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.