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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.