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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.