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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.