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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Wings,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.