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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.