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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.