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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.