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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Music Machine to the funk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.