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 United Kingdom 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Scientists,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Q65,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.