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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.