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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.