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 Mozambique 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.