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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.