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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.