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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.