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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Technova,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.