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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.