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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.