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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Index,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.