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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
MDC,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.