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 China and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Deakin,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.