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 Ecuador 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.