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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.