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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.