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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 güiro 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.