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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 MC5 to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.