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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
MDC,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.