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 Mali 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.