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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.