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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 oboe 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.