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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.