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 Italy and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.