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 El Salvador 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Nas,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.