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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.