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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Ten City,
Audionom,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.