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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the grime 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.