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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.