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 Cameroon 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.