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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the funk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.