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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.