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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 Toronto and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.