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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.