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 Chile 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras 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?
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.