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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Crime,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.