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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Crime,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.