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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 The Real Kids to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Nas,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.