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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.