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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Index,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.