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 Egypt 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.