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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.