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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.