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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Wire,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.