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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.