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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
June Days,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.