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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.