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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 Cairo and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.