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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.