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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.