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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.