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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Black Flag 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.