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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Brick to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.