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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.