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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the crunk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
UT,
Pylon,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.