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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.