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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.