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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Whodini to the rap 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.