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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Scion,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.