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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.