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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Brick,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.