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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.