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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Franke,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.