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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
X-102,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.