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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Little Man,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.