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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.