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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.