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 Costa Rica 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.