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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.