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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.