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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
New Order,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.