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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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?
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.