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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.