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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.