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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.