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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Slave,
EPMD,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Pole,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.