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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Cameo 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.