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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.