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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 ABC 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.