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 Madagascar 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.