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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.