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 United Kingdom 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 World's Most to the electroclash 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.