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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.