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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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?
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.