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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Derrick Morgan 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.