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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.