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 Congo 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Accadde A,
the Association,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.