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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.