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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.