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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.