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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
10cc,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.