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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Index,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.