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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.