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 Serbia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the disco 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.