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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.