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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.