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 Venezuela 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Altered Images,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Visage,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.