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 Senegal and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
10cc,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
ABC,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.