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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.