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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté 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?
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.