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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 marimba 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.