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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 The Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.