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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.