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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Invisible 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
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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.