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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.