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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.