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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.