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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Faust,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Wire,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.