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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.