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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.