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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.