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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.