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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.