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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Scion,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.