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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.