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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.