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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Can,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.