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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.