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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.