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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.