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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.