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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Residents to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.