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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
June Days,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.