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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.