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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 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 The Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.