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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.