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 France and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.