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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.