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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.