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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.