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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.