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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.