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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 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 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 Sparks to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Niagra,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.