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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.