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 Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.