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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.