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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Monks to the jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.