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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.