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 Togo 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 KRS-One 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.