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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
The Move,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.