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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Ossler to the funk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.