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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.