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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Nico,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.