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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.