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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.