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 Tanzania 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.