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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
AZ,
ABBA,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.