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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.