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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
the Association,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.