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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
The Names,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.