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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Q65 to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.