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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.