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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.