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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.