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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls 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?
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.