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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.