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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 the Germs to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Television,
10cc,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Nas,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.