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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.