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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.