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 Monaco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.