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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.