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 Malaysia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.