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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.