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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.