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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.