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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.