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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
UT,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.