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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.