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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
MC5,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.