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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.