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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Quantec,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.