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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.