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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
The Doors,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.