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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.