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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 T. Rex to the funk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.