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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter 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?
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.