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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.