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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
PIL,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.