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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 organ 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.