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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.