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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Index,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.