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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
The Index,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.