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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Wings,
The Stooges,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.