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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 clarinet 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
The Monks,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.