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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Brass Construction to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Television,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.