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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
DNA,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.