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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.