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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.