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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Interpol,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.