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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.