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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.