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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.