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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.