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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
UT,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.