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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.