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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.