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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.