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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.