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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 snare 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.