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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.