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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Whodini,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.