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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.