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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.