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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Görl. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.