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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.