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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.