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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.