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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Japan,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.