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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.