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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Selecter 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.