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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.