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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.