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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.