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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 The Five Americans to the rap 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
The Index,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.