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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.