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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.