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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Heaven 17 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.