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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.