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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.