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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.