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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.