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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.