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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.