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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the rock 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.