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 Palau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.