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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Skarface,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Crime,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.