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 Cuba and from London.
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 Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.