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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.