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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.