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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.