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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 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 Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.