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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Slave,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.