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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.