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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.