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 Algeria and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.