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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 guitar 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 Mojo Men to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.