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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 guitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.