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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.