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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s 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 The Happenings 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?
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.