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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.