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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.