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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.