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 Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
The Remains,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.