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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.