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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.