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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.