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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Main Source,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.