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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.