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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.