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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
CMW,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.