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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.