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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.