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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 Glasgow and Lagos.
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 clarinet 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.