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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Franke,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.