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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.