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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.