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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 linndrum 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Wings,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.