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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.