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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.