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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Technova,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.