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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.