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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.