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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Television,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.