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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Franke to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.