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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Scion,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
cv313,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.