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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.