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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.