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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.