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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
The Index,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.