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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.