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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.