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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.