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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Trojans to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.