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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.