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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.