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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.