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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 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 The Blues Magoos 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.