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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
MDC,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
UT,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.