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 Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.