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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.