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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 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 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.