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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.