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 Laos and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.