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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lyres 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.