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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the rock 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.