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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.