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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.