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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.