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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.