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 Finland 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.