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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape 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?
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
DNA,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.