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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.