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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.