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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.