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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls 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?
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Pole,
Visage,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.