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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 theremin 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 Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.