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 Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.