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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.