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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.