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 Nauru 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.