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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.