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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Magma,
The Index,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
The Evens,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.