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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.