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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.