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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Swans,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.