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 France and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.