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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.