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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.