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 Oman and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.