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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Nas,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.