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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Panda Bear to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.