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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Nas,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.