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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.