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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.