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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 the Association to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.