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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.